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american transfer student alfred f. jones accidentally flirts with durmstrang student ivan braginsky

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{{ I'll be at a friend's house for a day or two, so I won't be on. I'll finish replies when I get back. ♡}}

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Roderich paused in his playing for a moment, staring straight ahead with a rather suprised look. He blinked once or twice before slowly easing back into his playing. Something told him there was more, or at least in his experience with others there was always something more under the innocent words.

"Just curious zhen?" Roderich glances over at him before closing his eyes, not even having to look to make sure his fingers his the right key. As he had told Feliciano, the piano was like a dear friend indeed. He knew the feel of every key by heart, the very vibration of the strings within like the beating of his own heart. "It is..."

He hummed thoughtfully, finally opening his eyes. It was different trying to explain the marriage between nations. "It is... Knowing vithout a doubt zhat you are never alone, no matter how bleak zhings are." He smiled softly. "It is having a friend near you alvays, und someone to help bear zhe burdens zhat fall upon our shoulders as nations. If you go into zhe fight, zhey are right behind you."

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“You had plenty of potential vhen you vere in my charge.” Feliciano could actually see a pleased smile on the aristocrat’s lips before he turned back to the piano, patting the space next to him on the bench. “Vell, sit down… Tell me vhat it is you need. I don’t expect you to be standing zhe whole time.”

Roderich listened to his thoughtful stumbling over the words, searching for what just to say. Amethyst eyes watched him cooly, but when the word experience came up Roderich gave him an incredulous look before resuming his playing, albeit softer, shaking his head.

“I am most happy to help in vhatever you need, Feliciano, as long as it keeps you of of trouble. Just vhat sort of experience are you referring to?”

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Hetalia/Alice in Wonderland crossover

Mad Hatter - England:

"What do you mean tea isn't a solution I don't unde r s T A N D-"

Grey rabbit - Alfred:

"Yes hello I'm Alfred and you're watching an Englishman being insane af. *throws teapot at Arthur and runs* And that's it fOR TODAY-"

That mouse - Canada:

"Alfred calm the fuck down or I'll get my hockey stick"

White rabbit - Estonia:

"Oh wow look at the time, it's time for me to judge you all on so many levels."

Cheshire Cat - Prussia:

"Am I staring at you

Am I staring at your dick

Am I staring at a tree

I'm invisible, so you will never know."

Alice - the Italy brothers:

"Lovi no, you can't break down that house-"

"Lovi yES NOW GIVE ME THE DAMN CAKE-"

... Or Belarus:

"Can you all fucking n o t-"

Queen of hearts - France:

"Ok but seriously, where's my guillotine?? This country needs some rEVOLU T I O N-"

That King - Kiku:

"Mister Bonnefoy, would you kindly calm the fuck down and eat a snickers?

That smoking thing - Netherlands:

"Hey there

Wanna buy weed?"

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Try not to get syphilis from her

{{ You can't???? Get STD's???? From fucking rpiNG????JUST LET PEOPLE ENJOY THEIR WRITING HAVE FUN AND STOP MAKING THINGS SHITTY FOR OTHER PEOPLE.Like, do you not have anything better to do with your fucking life than trash someone online and not even have the decency to do it off anon?Well, anon's goin off fuckers. }}

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"You had plenty of potential vhen you vere in my charge." Feliciano could actually see a pleased smile on the aristocrat's lips before he turned back to the piano, patting the space next to him on the bench. "Vell, sit down... Tell me vhat it is you need. I don't expect you to be standing zhe whole time."

Roderich listened to his thoughtful stumbling over the words, searching for what just to say. Amethyst eyes watched him cooly, but when the word experience came up Roderich gave him an incredulous look before resuming his playing, albeit softer, shaking his head.

"I am most happy to help in vhatever you need, Feliciano, as long as it keeps you of of trouble. Just vhat sort of experience are you referring to?"

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Though Roderich kept that passive face, a slight flush crept into his cheeks. Only slight. He cleared his throat, pushing his glasses further up his nose. “I had… Zhings on my mind, is all.” He turned towards the other, his boots clicking on the floor as he moved his legs around the piano bench.

“As for zhe piano… Any virtuoso takes good care of their instrument und gives it no small amount of attention. My piano und violin have been very good friends to me over zhe years.” He smoothed down his suit as if there was a need to smooth it down.

“In any case… I am sorry I did not hear you knocking.”

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why can’t everything be so simple? every thing’s quiet. birds sing and leaves rustle, but none of them can hurt me. my life might as well be miles away. what if i never went back? why can’t this be it?

(via emptymidnights)

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Portrait de Landry de Saint-Aubin, lieutenant en premier des dragons de la Garde impériale. Louis-Marie Siccardi, 1811. [x]

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He could feel the way her body answered to him as he pressed her into the piano, his kiss hard. He was not the only one who had been brought to Nirvana and back... He had been able to shoe her his world, though the way it had transcribed itself to her was far more intoxicating. He'd be dreaming of her dancing for quite awhile.

He pulled back from the kiss to let her breathe, a little shocked at his owm ferocity. A shiver went through him, violet eyes glancing at her before his lips conmected to her neck, brushing over her pulse. His lips left a warm fervent trail, teeth grazing over her soft skin.

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"Oh but you do." He chuckled again, taking her chin in her fingers, making her look at him. There was a teasing gleam in his eyes, the amused smirk on his lips making him infuriatingly more handsome, if it was possible.

"You don't sound so sure, mein liebe. Vhatever is zhe matter?" He leaned in a little closer. "Does it make blush to know zhat face only makes me vant to kiss you more?"

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Amethyst eyes went wide at the warm contact, the teacup shaking in his hand. He nearly spilled it as it slightly dropped down onto the little saucer. Mariazell uncurled into a jagged line, his cheeks heating up brighly as the female pulled away.

“R-regina.” He stuttered. It was almost endearing how pink his cheeks got when flustered, and how Mariazell almost seemed to quiver. “I.. I…” It seemed she had kissed the dear aristocrat speechless.

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Austria gazed at every curve of her body as if she were made out of the finest porcelain. He vaguely heard her compliment, a soft sound escaping him. "Oh-! Verdammdt!" He left his piano to scrawl a hasty note. Dinner would not be done anytime soon, but he did not want to take chances. The double doors to the music hall were locked, Austria slipping the note underneath. When he turned around, his eyes could have been violet flames.

It seemed he was on her in an instant, his hands at her hips. "Vhatever zhat vas..." He was breathing heaving, shivers going through him with each rise and fall of his chest. "But I can promise you zhis von't be zhe last time." And just like that, his lips were on hers as if he was a suffocating man who could only gain life from her kiss alone.

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It wasn’t until Austria started the second song, the transition so fluid that the notes never quite stopped, that he opened his eyes. He saw her dancing, and his breath caught. His fingers nearly stumbled but he regained his composure just in time. A pink flush crept up his cheeks, amethyst eyes looking on in awe.

She was a beautiful dancer, like the swans that glided in the gardens of Vienna. Curiously he cleverly transitioned into another piece from the symphony, a much slower tempo, but no less passionate. With his music he tried to weave his world for her, not knowing it already inspired her so.

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Regina just wants you since your canon and can smut with her. Hell if your character treated her like shit and still wanted to bang her it'd make her even happier

{{ Hey guess what nonniekins? :DI???Dont???Give??????A f u c k??????I enjoy rping with Regina's mun (she made a star trek book she gets like five gold stars in my book) and her our thread isn't your business so???????https://youtu.be/afDG3o23krE }}

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The man didn't entirely seem to notice, but he did notice the deep flush that had grown, the almost feverish heat coming from her. The squeak was utterly adorable, causing Austria to chuckle in her ear. Pressing a kiss to the shell of her ear, he grinned. "Does zhat tickle?"

His hands went from her shoulders to her waist, pulling back so he could look at her again. Her wide eyed look was oh so enticing to him, and he almost felt surprised at what it stirred in him. "That cute little suprised look suits you vell..."

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Amethyst eyes went wide at the warm contact, the teacup shaking in his hand. He nearly spilled it as it slightly dropped down onto the little saucer. Mariazell uncurled into a jagged line, his cheeks heating up brighly as the female pulled away.

“R-regina.” He stuttered. It was almost endearing how pink his cheeks got when flustered, and how Mariazell almost seemed to quiver. “I.. I…” It seemed she had kissed the dear aristocrat speechless.

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Can you play paino (oh this is for mun)

{{ Yes I can, actually! I've been playing it since I was small, and I like to try and take new songs I like and transcipt them onto sheet music. It doesn't always turn out the way I like though XD Ive also been playing violin for about three years now since ive started doing my Austria cosplay, but I'm nowhere near as good as the master virtuoso himself.}}

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She was there in his world, eyes glittering like the sea as she twirled, his hands yearning to be in her hair. The notes surrounded her, caressed every inch of her skin like blutterflies fluttering about her skirt of black feathers. A soft sound left him, his fingers flying over the white keys. But the way she moved, ain tune with every note, it was as if his graceful hands moved over fair skin rather than ivory keys.

He knew that the song was drawing to an end, and he dreaded it. She made this world of his perfection, he could write at least a hundred operas on just the color of her eyes alone. Slowly, as if they did not wish to end their own wild dance, his fingers olayed each last note. His eyes opened wide to meet with hers, pupils dialated and his irises dark violet with want of her. Did she even know the ethreal creature she had become to him? He could still envision the black feathers in her hair....

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It wasn’t until Austria started the second song, the transition so fluid that the notes never quite stopped, that he opened his eyes. He saw her dancing, and his breath caught. His fingers nearly stumbled but he regained his composure just in time. A pink flush crept up his cheeks, amethyst eyes looking on in awe.

She was a beautiful dancer, like the swans that glided in the gardens of Vienna. Curiously he cleverly transitioned into another piece from the symphony, a much slower tempo, but no less passionate. With his music he tried to weave his world for her, not knowing it already inspired her so.

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Austria's hands wandered down to her shoulders, slender brows knitting together in worry. The look of shock on her face was rather endearing, but he held in the urge to kiss her again. At least... For now.

"Regina." He called out to her softly. Feeling a little cheeky he leaned forward, lips nearly pressed against her ear. His breath was warm, his voice soft. He called her name again, adding a soft "Are you still avake, liebe?"

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Amethyst eyes went wide at the warm contact, the teacup shaking in his hand. He nearly spilled it as it slightly dropped down onto the little saucer. Mariazell uncurled into a jagged line, his cheeks heating up brighly as the female pulled away.

“R-regina.” He stuttered. It was almost endearing how pink his cheeks got when flustered, and how Mariazell almost seemed to quiver. “I.. I…” It seemed she had kissed the dear aristocrat speechless.